1. The Craftons


    Date: 2/11/2016, Categories: Interracial Sex, Mature, Taboo, Author: qudduse, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    in here! Let me give you the tour. He showed her the remodeled ballroom and the solarium with the Jacuzzi. He commented that he would show her the garden but it was getting a little cool. As they walked back past the kitchen, Miss Curry stepped out and nodded. "If y'all want some dinner, I ken whip sumthin' up!" "No thanks, Miss Curry, We ate at the Wing Joint and brought some in case we get hungry. By the way, Anne, this is Miss Curry. Miss Curry, Anne. Anne is a friend of mine." Curry nodded at the skinny white girl. She smiled inwardly that Carter did not say what she was or what she did at the house. He treated her like f****y. She watched as he e****ted his date to the elevator. She chuckled to herself as she thought about the shit this would stir up. The boy was having sex with his momma and his s****r. Now he done brought this skinny White girl in the mix. Hell, she thought, I wish I could sell tickets. They were both out tonight but eventually the shit was going to hit the fan! "How many people live here?" Anne held on to the rail as the elevator whined and clanged its way up. She was not sure what she expected. However, she impressed with the ornate Victorian. "Me, my mother and father. My s****r lives out back." Carter was a little embarrassed. To him this was just home. His other friends lived in similar homes so they accepted this ornate old mansion as being the norm. He could see Anne was a little overwhelmed. As the elevator clanked to a stop at his floor, he ...
    opened the door and ushered her out into the short hall leading to his rooms. Anne turned slowly as she surveyed Carter's apartment. After the ornate ostentation of the rest of the house, this was homey. The room was large and uncluttered. A 50" flat screen dominated one wall. Under it was a long onyx table with and Xbox and DVD player. Below that were neat rows of games. Opposite the TV was a large grey overstuffed divan. It was as wide as a double bed. An Annie Lee painting hung over the couch. It showed stylized Black people sitting around a table. One was standing with a playing card over her head. The caption on the painting said “Seven No Trump”. On the wall adjacent to the television and couch was a small bookcase. Opposite it was an open door leading to the bedroom. A large stained glass window dominated that wall. "Nice place, she said with measured understatement." "Thank you! Would you like a beer?" "Gawd, I'd kill for a cold beer now! You got any Schnapps?" "No, but I have some homemade brandy!" Anne nodded her approval. Carter indicated the couch for her to sit and then made his way through his bedroom to the small kitchen behind it. He retrieved two Coronas and poured three fingers of the potent brandy into each of two glasses. * * * The air was thick with the aroma of the marijuana. On the cocktail table sat four empty bottles of Corona. Next to them, the dregs of Miss Curry's homemade brandy covered the bottom of the glasses. Anne's short work skirt was around ...
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